The Angel with the broken wing

I saw her there… like a desperate child who had lost her way
The pain inside shown clearly through her eyes, there was no hiding her shame.
A series of broken hearted endeavors, left her fragile and afraid.
She felt that all her love had gone, she’d given it all away.
She gave and gave with no return, and this had left her scorn,
with so much pain her burden made her curse when she’d been born.
How could someone take her love, and abuse her precious gift?
They left her empty with no clue of the treasure they had missed.
I wondered could I change her mind, or even if I should try?
For one more heartbreak could be enough to surely break her stride.
Could I heal the wounds of past, as I so desired to do?
Or would I be the next to leave her heart broken and abused?
Such a delicate situation, that I dared not move in haste.
Her desire for trust, but lack of strength was showing on her face.
she wondered if she had the will, to try and trust again…
so consumed by loneliness, she willed to just pretend.
I picked her up and brushed her off, I stared her in her eyes…
her delicate nature forced my truth, to her I could not lie.
I feared the future, despised the past, but surrendered to my now.
I thought I knew not how to love, but she had taught me how.
She showed me my true self, not the man that I thought I was.
she gave to me a newness, gave to me the gift of love…
It’s funny how I tried to save this angel from hurt’s sting,
when alI along I was the one, with the broken wing….

Now LOVE has made me whole